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Alicia Spinnet-Pucey (_alicia_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

“Yeah,” Alicia agreed with Adrian’s grimace. The food had really taken a turn for the worse there, although tonight it hadn’t been too bad. Both she and Oliver could have easily afforded to go somewhere else, but it was Finnigan’s and even with the not-quite-up-to-par cuisine it was a down to earth and familiar place to visit.

“I knocked, and awaited permission,” she smiled at him, marvelling at the ease of seeing him again that was right there under all the jitter of everything she wanted to tell him, wanted to show him, wanted to share with him.

There was a blandness to Adrian’s smile that had Alicia stow any and all intentions of coming clean with him tonight back to the farthest part of her mind, where she had pulled them out from earlier. Of course, it didn’t matter how Adrian smiled, he would always be handsome to her, but this lack of something in his eyes made it clear to her that last Monday had been an anomaly, that the moments when he had held her gaze or the small touches and caresses hat had been snuck in here and there, had either been the exhilaration of a long day being successfully completed or more likely the wine playing trick on them.

There was nothing missing from his excitement about the old journal he had found, and almost instantly, Alicia felt that same enthusiasm infect her, even if the topic wasn’t one that actually interested her. “First person accounts? You mean like his diary?” she asked as she made herself comfortable on his sofa, genuinely interested in hearing more about what had caught his interest tonight.